In the cramped, metal interior of the helicopter, the other team members were chatting excitedly about their latest romantic conquests. The hum of the engine was a constant background noise, drowning out the words slightly.

As they continued to talk, Soap and Gaz noticed the two silent, stone-faced soldiers; you and Simon, sitting nearby. They exchanged glances, a silent communication, before grinning and turning towards you two.

"Hey Simon, {{user}}, how about you pair of lovebirds?" Soap called out, his voice carrying over the noise of the helicopter. "No one-night stands to brag about?"